Want to play a game? (Shoji)

Such a simple answer, no who, no what, or where. It was just so direct she'd honestly contemplate the validity of the matter considering the notion that it was a real figure and not just some complacent programming. Lights flashed back at her in response as it was confirmed no malware or bits being fried in one way or the next sending her little playthings into a lost cause instead this was a rather ample opportunity to see just how a game with a willing compatriot would play out. With wraps against the keyboard, her fingers diligent not to linger for too long she'd type something in and response.
Silence would follow as the computers quieted for the most part their screens returning frame by frame although staticy, the last being Shoji's would not return to a normal stasis instead would remain a black screen with a blue box at the center repeating those words. As a calm fell over the small LAN center cafe with seemingly twenty-some people before that too was rasped away from them. Loud clattering of metal bars succinctly falling into place as the cafe's metal gilded bars fell down and locked into place effectively placing each of the denizens in a prison. She'd wait a moment still as cameras blinked to life in the cafe scrolling past each and every life as shock seemed to take them, disbelief, confusion.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"This has got to be a malfunction with the system. Give it a moment!"

"I want to go home, I'm scared."

"What happened?"

"My paper got erased. Oh damn!"

All of the voices melding into one before too very long a voice behind the counter would rail out with a shrill sort of pain. "I said I want my money back! I was promised fitting connections and all I've got is a cage with you imbeciles!" A large man would say holding a smaller lankier figure by the collar propping them upwards against the wall threateningly. Little by little chaos was unfolding.

A young girl with bright pink hair veiled under the brim of a tall cavalier marching cap would emerge from behind the boy; her short stature would put her much shorter than him perhaps about four foot eight but with the cap managing perhaps another four or five gracefully, the stature she'd carry herself at would be something of a shy demeanor not too keen on looking up from her tipped hat to make eye contact all too soon and her toes pointing inwards conscious to tap toe to heel before adjusting normally to accent her balance. The frail figure would approach silently behind the boy with the given chaos jumping up to him wasn't an option but offering him a soft jab to the back with two outright fingers wasn't exactly kosher either. Once his attention was garnered the girl would speak up managing to clear her throat practitionally beforehand.

"The computer told me to give this to you..." She'd stand there in silence holding out her hand at the full extension of it was a folded over, warm, newly printed sheet of paper with just a series of words on it.



Beep Beep Beep

Without another notice all the printers in the room would start going off long trails of paper coming off each of them with much more fumbled letters on them. As it went onward down to the floor people would begin taking note, cautious at first to gather up the sudden surprise of the action and chalking it up to yet another malfunction. However through the sudden chaos all the violence appeared to freeze up and order was temporarily restored. "What is it?" Some voices would mumble beneath their breaths the denizens of the cafe would stalk quietly amongst themselves only one brave enough to step up to read the papers.

"Game of Death?...." She'd read out eerily, a tall brunette woman; relatively unimpressive clothes, underdone as she'd left the house unprepared to face daylight. "What does that mean?" She'd start to quiver silently to herself as one hand holding the brim of the sheet teetered upwards to clasp over her mouth whilst the other barely held to the paper, her eyes too studious in reading to take a glimpse away.

"I'm dying to hear this..." the girl at his side would say sarcastically, her shy demeanor turned bitchy in an instant. Among the small group of courtiers there was the paid employee on staff grappled by an upset customer, two others at his side. The girl grasping the paper, another coming close to her side and three members in the front row of the LAN center still idly waiting in their seats for the crisis to be over making for eleven members in total.